Candy frowned and shrugged the tip of her red nose.
"Isn't it normal for children to want to have a snowball fight?"
Mo Jingchun glanced at Candy, who was unconvinced, and said calmly:
"well said!"
Just when Candy thought her brother was convinced by her reasons, her next words made her feel bad.
"Children only have snowball fights. You are already a mature first grader." "So... what does snowball fights have to do with you?"
"At your age, the biggest concern is homework."
Candy didn't want to talk anymore. She was afraid that if she said another word, her brother would give her homework.
Although the first-grade homework was not difficult for her, it was obvious that her brother knew this too. So the homework assigned by my brother every time was Chinese, and he copied the text endlessly.
Wouldn't this cost her her life? hateful! My brother caught me again.
After pouting, Candy snorted in conviction, and walked into the house with his head held high like a victorious white goose.
Mo Jingchun shook his head, the corners of his mouth raised slightly unconsciously. "Young man, you're a little too young to fight with your brother."
Ling, who is watching the whole show, doesn't have to eat anything, otherwise he can grab a handful of melon seeds and watch the show to his heart's content. Walking into the house, feeling the heat of the indoor air conditioner, Mo Jingchun took off his down jacket.
Looking at Candy sitting on the sofa feeling unhappy, Mo Jingchun asked with a smile: "What do you want to eat in the morning?"
Candy raised his eyebrows. What other options do he have to eat breakfast with his brother? Did the sun come out in the west today? "I want to eat Xiao Long Baozi."
Mo Jingchun glanced at the candy that asked for a lot, and said unceremoniously: "You are still three years old? There are only noodles, you can eat them if you like them."
Candy was so angry with her brother that she couldn't do anything about it. I can't beat you anymore, I can't talk about it anymore, I'm so angry.
"I don't have a choice, why should I choose?"
Mo Jingchun chuckled and said, "Isn't it true that life requires a sense of ritual? Brother, this is all for your own good." "Brother, then I don't want a sense of ritual, okay?"
"That won't work."
I don’t know why, but the more lightly my brother spoke, the angrier Candy felt.
What surprised Candy was that just after watching an episode of the cartoon, she smelled the aroma of Xiao Long Baozi.
That strong aroma is definitely Xiao Long Baozi. Squinting his eyes, Candy shook his head happily from side to side.
"As expected, brother still loves Guo'er the most."
Half an hour later, Mo Jingchun and Candy were sitting at the dining table eating steaming steamed dumplings, while Ling was sitting on the sofa watching a martial arts movie.
At a certain moment, the three of them looked in the direction of the elevator at the same time.
I saw a disheveled Zhou Yaling walking out of the elevator wearing thick pajamas and wearing a hat.
Mo Jingchun looked at Zhou Yaling in surprise and asked, "It's a miracle that you got up before eight o'clock." "It's snowing heavily today. I thought you were going to sleep until noon for lunch."
Zhou Yaling shrugged her nose and said dissatisfiedly: "You don't wake me up even if there are steamed dumplings. It's heartless." Without asking, Candy knew that her sister was talking about her.
"Sister, why didn't I call you? I called you to get up very early in the morning, but you insisted on staying asleep for a while, sister."
Zhou Yaling was really speechless after Candy reminded her like this. Candy went to wake her up in the morning, this was a fact.
But the conscience of heaven and earth clearly wanted her to get up and build a snowman and have a snowball fight at that time. Forget it, adults don't care about villains' faults.
Glancing at the confident Candy, Zhou Yaling went straight to the kitchen. Fortunately, there are still a lot of xiaolongbao.
After taking two cages of xiaolongbao, Zhou Yaling sat on the dining table, looking at the mustard between her brother and the candies, and said in surprise:
"I remember there was no more pickled mustard."
"How is that possible? There is another box in the cabinet." Candy looked at her sister in confusion. Such a big box of pickled mustard, sister is selective
Blind?
At this time, Mo Jingchun took a sip of porridge and said, "I asked Ling to go to the cafeteria to get a box. What a big deal."
While eating delicious Xiao Long Bao, Zhou Yaling asked casually: "Is it still snowing outside?"
"Hmm, goose feather snow."
Candy, who was trying to get her sister into a snowball fight, was the first to answer.
After taking a look at the restless candy, the little guy obediently lowered his head and drank the porridge.
"Didn't the weather forecast say it will snow heavily today and tomorrow? It's normal for it to still snow."
Mo Jingchun guessed that based on the speed of the snow before, the yard that had been cleaned in the morning would probably be covered with a thick layer of snow now.
"Hey, brother, do you think it's particularly cold this year?" "It's just an illusion, it's the same every year at this time."
"And if I remember correctly, the first snow last year came earlier than this year." "But you are right about one thing, the cold time this year may be longer than in previous years." Zhou Yaling asked curiously: "Why?"
"It's anti-spring! Every year when it's anti-spring, it's still very cold during Qingming Festival." "I remember it snowed a few times during Qingming Festival."
Hearing this, Zhou Yaling said with confused eyes: "Why don't I have any impression?"
Mo Jingchun twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "How many times have you visited the ancestral graves of your old Zhou family during Qingming Festival? What impression can you make?"
"Hahaha, sister, you are not as good as me. Guoer will worship the ancestors with my brother every Qingming Festival."
"Every time you worship your ancestors, you have to set off a lot of fireworks, and oh, by the way, you have to kowtow." "That's right, brother."
Mo Jingchun gave a thumbs up and said with a smile: "Yes, my Candy is the most well-behaved. Next year, I will try to kowtow to my ancestors more often and wish my Candy good health and safety."
"Yeah!" Candy believed it and said seriously:
"Then kowtow a few more times, and the ancestors will bless my brother and sister." Sure enough, children are the easiest to make people happy.
Touching Candy's mind, Mo Jingchun said happily: "Good boy."
Zhou Yaling had to admit that in terms of flattery, compared with candy, she was not even a bit inferior. Don't tell me that I'm just trying to flatter you just now.
Even the smiling sister-in-law can't hold it.
Probably the little guy's sweet words had an effect. After breakfast, the little guy saw that the yard had turned completely white again, and he couldn't help but drag Ling and his sister out for a snowball fight.
Only this time, Mo Jingchun didn't stop him.
Even if his little hands are red from the cold, the little guy still enjoys it.
Looking at the snowman on the opposite roof, Cantang laughed and threw the snowball hard. It's a pity that Candy doesn't have the strength to throw it that far and high.
But Hawkeye in the highlands is different.
Hawkeye chuckled, squeezed the snowball and threw it towards the candy.
